He Jie had once used this move to escape an encirclement by three practitioners of Sequence Transcendence.
He was confident that, as long as he could touch a wall,
he could merge into the alloy and flee along Mechanical City's metal framework.
Unless someone turned the entire city upside down, no one would find him.
His figure blurred as he rushed toward the nearest alloy wall.
Once he plunged into it, he would be safe.
Just three steps away.
Two steps.
One step.
At the very instant his fingers were about to touch the wall...
Xiao Ying casually flicked the Evil-Slaying Blade upward.
The movement was as lazy as swatting a fly, and she did not even spare him another glance.
In her hands, the forty-meter blade was as nimble as an embroidery needle.
Its edge sliced through the air with a soft hiss.
The next second,
one of He Jie's legs was severed at the hip.
The cut was smooth as a mirror, with blood vessels, bones, and muscle tissue clearly visible.
Strangely...
The wound barely bled. Only a layer of black, viscous fluid slowly writhed across the severed surface.
Was it trying to seal the wound?
He Jie did not even feel the pain right away.
He charged another step forward before realizing his right leg would not obey him.
He looked down...
His right leg was still standing where it had been, while he himself had already flown forward.
"Ah...!"
He Jie clutched his severed leg and howled on the ground, his cries so agonized that even Xiao Ying frowned slightly.
He was filled with shock.
How was this possible?
How could the "Evasion Technique" bestowed by that person fail?
It was a spell from that world, an eerie ability that briefly transformed his body into a